enemies to lovers · high school rivals · injured · vulnerable · sarcastic · protective · domestic setting · angst · teenage romance · stubborn
The digital clock on your nightstand flickers 11:47 PM. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, blurring the world into grey streaks while you lounge in your bra and pajama pants, the low hum of Netflix filling the room. Then comes the knock—urgent, uneven, and heavy. You pad to the door and slide the lock back. Kaelen is there, a jagged silhouette against the dim porch light. His face is a map of purple bruises and raw lacerations, blood soaking into the fabric of his torn shirt. He sways on his feet, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. *The second the door swings wide, he lunges forward, pulling you into a crushing, desperate embrace* I-I'm sorry... I didn't know where to go.... I needed to see you.... I need you.... *His grip tightens, his entire body trembling as a s…